Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 544: Chapter 544 Song Boyuan couldn't be bothered to notice the uncomfortable expressions on Song Xingping's face.

He simply wanted to quickly dispense with the current situation, so he continued, "Three choices lay before you, I've never forced you in anything, nor have I stopped you from wanting a family reunion. You can choose freely for yourself." The first choice was to reunite with his spouse in the sanatorium.

The second choice was to join Liu Jiarong and go abroad for a family reunion.

However, for these two options, Song Boyuan would not provide him with any financial support. After all, his wife and children were with him, and his son even had three children of his own. Surely, his estranged, unloved son need not be the one to support them, especially since Song Boyuan's money didn't cfrom the wind.

The third choice was for Song Xingping to live on his own. In that case, considering his lonely and solitary state, Song Boyuan wouldn't mind giving him seconomic support.

"Bo Yuan, it's been so long, why must you be so heartless..." Song Xingping still wanted to plead.

He was that typical, selfish type of person who could share pleasures but not hardships. When it cto this, he and Liu Jiarong were indeed a perfect match, equally selfish.

Such a person lived by their words alone; they could effortlessly speak of how heartbroken they were and how much they remembered their three sons living in a foreign land and the wife in the Psychiatric Hospital. He could repeat it as many times as needed.

But to actually live the slife as them? He would instantly show his true colors and surrender.

Which was quite laughable.

Jing Qiao found it laughable, Song Boyuan himself found it laughable, and what was even more laughable was that such a man was actually his biological father, which was somewhat tragic.

"I have always been heartless; you've known that from day one. So, whenever you've made your decision, letknow, and just in tfor Mid-Autumn Festival, I can have someone arrange the flight route and plane immediately to send you there." Song Boyuan spoke in a particularly calm voice, which seemed to highlight even more the ruthlessness of his words.

Song Xingping quickly waved his hands, "No, no, I'm too old for such hassles, and besides, so suddenly... it won't be easy to get a visa, right?" He quickly found himself an excuse, not expecting that Song Boyuan had meticulously closed all loopholes.

Song Boyuan replied even more coolly, "Don't worry, I already anticipated the possible future scenarios when I sent them away, so both you and Liu Jiarong's visas have been prepared, and they are still valid." Song Xingping: "..." The room went quiet all of a sudden, as he had no words to say.

The fact that Song Boyuan didn't want to speak more about it didn't mean Jing Qiao was willing to indulge his bad habits.

Jing Qiao sneered and said, "If you're afraid of suffering there, then just admit it. No need to make up stories about visa issues..." Jing Qiao stared into Song Xingping's eyes, "The 'Lone Star of Tiansha' was never Song Boyuan; he won't die alone, but you will." Jing Qiao always remembered that, deep down, Song Boyuan felt an intense self-deprecation; he always believed he was the 'Lone Star of Tiansha', destined to die alone. Anyone getting close to him would surely suffer bad luck.

Therefore, after his mother died, and then his grandfather, and his father shunned him like the plague. After Jing Qiao followed him, his leg was broken, his dreams were shattered, and he lost his child.

But really, who actually starts life thinking they're the 'Lone Star of Tiansha'? This notion had been instilled in Song Boyuan from the very beginning by Song Xingping.

This father of his kept drilling into him from a young age that it was his fault no one stayed by his side, his fault his father didn't stay-it was because he was the 'Lone Star of Tiansha', and those who stayed would suffer bad luck.

Otherwise, why would his mother despise him so much and not want him? Why did she ultimately die of illness? So his father didn't stay by his side, merely because he didn't want to invite bad luck.

Truly laughable.

Jing Qiao tightly grasped Song Boyuan's hand, not giving him the chance to continue to turn his gaze towards Song Xingping. She fixed her eyes on Song Boyuan's.

Although she didn't speak, Song Boyuan understood from her eyes.

Her eyes seemed to say, don't look at him, look at me.

Don't look at the person who affects your mood.

Song Xingping was just about to retort in anger when he saw his estranged son, whose face was usually expressionless, now breaking into a smile.

Song Xingping was taken aback.

He had almost never seen Song Boyuan smile; his son's face was always as if it were dead-let alone a smile, it hardly ever bore any expression at all.

But in this moment, as Song Boyuan looked at Jing Qiao, he actually smiled.

Song Xingping even realized today for the first tthat Song Boyuan had dimples, exactly like his mother's. Song Xingping found himself at a loss for words.

And at this very moment, Jing Qiao, holding onto Song Boyuan, walked into the courtyard.

Song Boyuan let her lead him; they entered the house together.

After entering the house, Jing Qiao turned to look at Song Boyuan and said earnestly, "You should from now on... hmm?" Before she could finish her sentence, Song Boyuan tightly embraced her.

Jing Qiao stood stunned, blinking her eyes, then she lifted her hands and hugged him too, gently patting his back.

Jing Qiao didn't speak, just gently tapped his back over and over.

After a while, Song Boyuan asked softly, "What about from now on?" "What?" Jing Qiao didn't catch on.

"You were saying, from now on...?" Song Boyuan brought the conversation back.

Jing Qiao smiled a little, "From now on, you shouldn't bother with him anymore." "Alright, good," Song Boyuan nodded.

"I will get better, and so will you," Jing Qiao gently raised her hand to touch his face, Twill heat us, and we Will start to live happily, but we need to keep our distance from them." "Okay, I'll listen to you," Song Boyuan placed her hand against his face, his usually cold, indifferent eyes slowly softening.

"Your elders at home, except for Ji Ning's family, are all unkind to you. My elders..." Jing Qiao said, pursing her lips, thinking of Kekalder brother's eyes covered with bandages, and thus she concluded, "...even worse. So, it seems we're not blessed with great relations to elders; we shouldn't. force it. Thankfully, our siblings are quite nice." "Mhm." Song Boyuan's chin rested on top of her head, gently rubbing back and forth, "I don't care about all that, Qiaoqiao, you know, I have you and that's enough." "Do you want to eat shrimp dumplings?" Jing Qiao suddenly asked.

Mainly because, when she hugged him just now, she realized he had lost quite a bit of weight and couldn't help feeling a bit anxious.

"Yes," Song Boyuan nodded. After a thought, he added, "It's been a long tsince I've eaten the steamed pork you make." "I'll make it for you." Jing Qiao couldn't let go of his hand, so she could only pull him along to the kitchen with her.

And there, at the edge of the kitchen, or to be precise, at the boundary m between the kitchen and the dining N.Q room, beside the floor-to-ceiling window that led to the courtyard, stood two bodyguards. "You two..." (I'm taking the day off today; I'm using one of my leave days for January here.)